His Faulty Secretary

e her. Ashley swallowed hard as his stare

body?" His voice was q

really. It was desperation. The tension in the room increased, making it di

stuttered

d up to her, his shoulder softly brushin

ooking bac

your offic

he hurriedly nodded, grateful that he had chosen to call her bluff. "Thank you," she said quietly

oked blankly at her computer screen, rehearsing the incident over. He sai

self. "He declined the offer

wouldn't be the last time

in, making her jump. It was Damien. She look

to my

n order. She walked to his office, attempti

k, a slick black folder in front of him. He didn

tually raising his gaze to meet

t?" she inqui

er towards her. "G

he folder. As her eyes read thro

tand," she said soft

g her reaction intently. "It is simple. Y

yes widene

going to be working for me. Not only as my secretary, but in the Mafia

cument. The words blurred in her eyes as she struggled

ve known this from the first day I saw your resume. And I need someone I can

bout the other... part?" She could

mile. "As for your body, Miss

dry. "What does

t filled with determination. "Every time you steal, you will f

expect you to actually

could feel his presence, the heat in his body, and how his gaze seemed to

s her ear. "Or, don't. The option is yours. But if you don't

d not back out now. She was already in t

ngers trembled as she wrote her name at the bottom of t

but they also excited her. She despised it, despised the way he

s chair. He took the contract and gave

cially mine," he remarked, hi

eal. She'd just given up her body t

e asked, a slight grin flashin

ng he was mocking her

'll see if you can keep

ace f

*

omputer. She had just signed her body away. Lite

ating. She loathed herself for bei

member of the Mafia, working directly for one of t

. What had she gotten herse